The walk of the mixture, when they quit,
It was a help to tears until it was spent
And the nuclei are a plan of eternity that cannot be undone
adored by love, wear out
So say, in a lofty way, the blame is mine
overgrowth, if you don’t say
Those are her golden days
old age, and an age has passed
And a dream that hurts me
exodus, I said: Hello
Passion is not wasted nor is goodness forgotten
who lost the passion, and gave up
God surrounded him in the morning and the evening,
and followed him wherever he walked and settled
Hagarene Yazda’s habitation
Make friends if I’m more connected
And I would, if I could, lighten up.
Be patient with my master when he is filled
And God forbid that I be comforted
about him, length of days, or amuse
I have worn the fancy, even if it is harmful,
and you bore him, albeit heavy
And you groaned hard for my king,
And few in love are to be humiliated
became the rank of succession to the
make God a home, and Mahalla
God put her together in His hands,
and saw it for her, and welcome
And I wish the loyalist would help him, so she gave
It is the height of the fish, or he is higher
What seemed to your eyes is nothing but a king
you said muddy sea, a full moon appeared
wearing a robe, And from
The pomp of the sword is to be sweetened
O beauty of the world, splendor and glory,
And the fruit of the world is a gift, and exert
Whenever Quraysh endeavors,
You have healed a branch in its place, and originally
Yours is the pure carpenter in it
undoubtedly, and the exalted one
The uncle of the Prophet, the ink and the carpets
And the whole that made virtue
They have zamzam and the courtyards of al-Ka`.
Al-Hijr, As-Safa and Al-Musalla
Whoever refuses your love is not from God
And if he fasted for a thousand years, he prayed
your right that was offered has not yet been erased
hypocritical falsehood, even suffocate
We have sought, but have not found you, in question
Glory and honors, for example
you are palms, and honorable
say, and say wisely, And I truly honored
The Saud watched you, and the evil spilled out
Sprinkle in your yard and rain
And the feast came in dungeons that followed
slumber
the winds showed you gracefully,
And the sky rubbed you with swarms and rain
That is the grace you were given from me.
It is more right and more appropriate
and a gift from God, but never fails
humiliate that gift, boring